Prideful Poems Please

Scarcely a week left and only one from each Janus so far.

Here’s something to encourage your muse, it’s a Gene Weingarten sonnet again from The Washington Post (you should be able to do better than this).  Do so now and post it here.

Pride – the Blonde and the Jigsaw

I knew one time a yellow-headed bawd
And gave to her a puzzle made of wood.
The pieces were in shapes both small and odd
For her to reassemble (if she could).

Set she right down to solve it true and fast
But days of work did no solution bring
Soon fortnights, months and seasons also passed!
And still she labored with the blasted thing.

It took twelve months, but fin’lly it was done
She seemed unbowed — discouraged not, nor sick
I asked her if the puzzle’d brought her fun
She said it had! She felt she’d done it quick.

With pride, she smiled and toss’d her golden locks:
“See – four to six years‚ says it on the box!”

Author: Low Wattage

Expat Welshman, educated (somewhat) in UK, left before it became fashionable to do so. Now a U.S. Citizen, and recent widower, playing with retirement and house remodeling, living in Delaware and rural Maryland (weekends). View all posts by Low Wattage